Once upon a time in Montreal… It’s October 2003, and Kevin Steen and El Generico are just nineteen years old. Kevin has just come out of three years of routinized wrestling school into truly impromptu wrestling; Generico has been trained by a guy who took his money to teach him how to take bumps on frozen grass in the park. Kevin’s been wrestling for IWS for a couple of months now, but only now is…

“Everyone is looking at us.” There are two thousand people settling into their seats in the Gifu gymnasium, nestled deep in the Japanese Alps. Only two of them are not Japanese. “Everyone is not looking at us,” Dan says firmly as we try to find our seats. It’s late 2015; this is only the fourth wrestling show we’ve ever attended, and all the others were WWE shows. But we’ve decided to try a New…

Once upon a time seems a good way to start this story. It’s a story almost too narratively perfect to be true, which includes forbidden wrestling, miraculous moonsaults, emotional breakdowns and epiphanies, and ambition renounced for art. It’s the beginning of one of the greatest friendships, and rivalries, and stories in wrestling. It may even be the beginning of two of the greatest friendships, and rivalries, and stories in wrestling. And as pieced together from two shoot interviews…

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